Ode to my truck

So it appears that I have blown a gasket in my exhaust manifold. I'm not sure what that means, or even that I spelled it right, but I do know that by this time next week I will have a new car (car = a vehicle with a back seat and a trunk). Not that my truck is undriveable, this is simply the straw that broke the duck's back, as they say.

It's been a good truck. I've owned it since July 3, 1992. It has moved me 11 times since I moved to the Bay area. It's been to Dallas. And it's made the drive to my parents' almost every month since I moved away. I put all 185,000+ miles on it, and it has cost me less than $2500 in repairs in that entire time. This is remarkable, considering the amount of care I take of it. And it's a pretty green.

I'm pretty sure it has at least another 100,000 miles in it, but our time together is at an end. I will get the current problem taken care of and get the dent knocked out of the passenger door, have my brothers detail it for me, and then it'll be out of my life forever. That's more than I've ever done for any of my ex-boyfriends. But then, my relationship with my truck has been better than any of my romantic relationships thus far.

*sniff* I didn't think I'd get this sentimental over my truck.